Enjoyable: Opposition?

Sometimes
I wish
That
I could find
A simpler way,

So that,
There would be
Enough time in the day
To simply enjoy life.

But,
The other way
Could be,
To enjoy it anyway;

And yet,
Not ‘anyway,’
Because that implies
‘In spite of,’

Which merely sets up
An opposition right away,
As if
There is one,

And then
There is one,
And I’m right back
Where I started again.

And so, the question is,
How to get off that?
Which may be the right question
Or it may not,

Is there an opposition?
Some would say so,
Other’s not,
How can this be?

Enjoyed: Plain Folly

And finally,
Speechlessness!
And, “It’s so funny,
How I can’t talk anymore!”

And yet,
I wrote this!
Hilarious!
Precarious!

How precious
This moment is,
How mundane,
How powerful!

These words
Just come
And keep on coming,
No matter what I do,

And what do I do?
I write,
Again and again,
Day after day,

The stream burbles,
Bubbles and giggles,
Tickling the stones,
Which try to bar its way

And so passes on,
Laughing uproariously at obstacles,
As if such
Could deter the force of the river!

But the stones remain,
Doing their thing
And that’s all,
Working hard all day,
Laying down on the job.

Enigmatic: Confusion Entree

Oh, my!
I just thought,
‘What happened to
My original purpose?’

I had started on
This crazy trip,
With the object of
Sharing my findings

But what did I find?
I still don’t know,
Although,
I keep thinking I do.

The pain has lessoned
But for what reason?
Could it be some transformation
Or simply less stress?

Could it be
Some natural progression
Or merely
Some temporary remission?

I cannot say
And may never know,
Oh, what a predicament!
What a pickle!

Perhaps,
I have only confused
Myself
And any who read here;

And yet, I think perhaps
My days of questing
And making word stew
Are not through.